James T. Kirk Causeway and Into the Island; Wednesday Afternoon [10/22 ]

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Daisy had say at her desk, and wanted to sigh, but she didn't. Sighing, she felt, usually gave people the wrong impression, even if there were no people in her office at that time besides herself. The chief had just left, having told her the jolly good news of her transfer, using his words and certainly not hers. "Lovely place, Detective

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It wasn't often that Fraser got bored in his office but he'd been bored today. So, he'd taken a walk and saw a woman he didn't recognize.

Ever polite, he tipped his hat and said, "Ma'am. Welcome to the island."

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Daisy had never been very good at geography outside of a bitmap, but she knew enough that where she was intended to land was a good deal south for a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Not to say, of course, that some semblance of police order being one of the first sights to greet her, was not welcome. She took a moment to look behind her, as if her driver might have realized the mistake and come back to rectify it, but the cab was long gone, so she turned back to the Mountie, belatedly meeting his tipped had with a nod of her head and a faint smile.

"Ta. Thank you. Fandom Island, is it? Seems a little off the meridian for your precinct."

Granted, she was a London police officer in Maryland, so it couldn't be too far off the mark.

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"By quite the distance, yes," he said and smiled. "I'm actually employed on this island. Previously, I was a liaison to the Chicago police department. So, not entirely implausible."

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Daisy drew in a breath that then seemed to let out all the sighs that had been building up inside of her all day. "And I'm just off the plane from my last day at London," she said, in a tone to be expected of someone who'd done her nine-to-five and then flew back in time for a little bit, but she smiled at the end of it. "Daisy," she offered. "Good to meet ya."